Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 1:56 pm
i read back and i believe Nazia is a Lanius? please correct me if i am wrong. x:
Whyte walked behind the drone as it spouted off pre-programmed information about the ship. Truthfully, she was only half-listening, preferring instead to look around the ship with eyes that sparkled with childlike wonder. She still got a bit of a thrill when she realized: I'm working here! I'm part of a mission!
Even if that mission was on the sketchier side. However, Whyte's allegiance was to her people first, and her morals second. The Federation was hers to defend, human and Mantis, Engi and Zoltan, Rockman and Lanius. Growing up in a military environment had left the young captain with a white and orange patriotic streak.
"... was engineered for a specific mission in the year of..."
It lost Whyte's attention again when someone trudged by, albeit so quietly Whyte almost mistook them for an AI hologram.
A hollow "hello" played through her translator, almost too faint to be picked up accurately.
"Good day, my name is W-- oh. See you later, I suppose!" Whyte called after the figure. It had wide shoulders and blades on its arms. A Lanius. Whyte noted that she could still breath just fine. Is that Lanius a diplomat? They've got special suits and whatnot to prevent them for suffocating all of us aerobic creatures. Kind of a rarity, but I'm not gonna complain about being able to breathe!
The drone had gone on ahead without her. "This engine room was built with the Zoltan-inspired S-X 1003-B core processor for its speed and efficient fuel cell usage..." it recited as it rounded the corner, its robotic voice fading with distance.
Whyte hurried into the engine room to keep up with her guide. The automatic doors opened to reveal an engine room that had obviously been renovated a time or two. A patchwork of equipment new and old had been stitched together to form... something. It seemed to work though. The Mantis manning the engines was sitting with a box on the desk next to him. Kr, the green Mantis. A nasty-looking scar ran the length of his neck. Whyte wondered what this Mantis had been through.
Something light and pleasant was drifting through the room. It was a recording of someone speaking, but with rhythm and background noise that seemed to compliment the rhythmic speaking. Her translator had trouble with the language.
Wait.... do I know that language? She took off her headset and let it rest on her neck so she could better hear the sounds coming from the box.
Whyte gasped. I do know this language!
Whyte walked behind the drone as it spouted off pre-programmed information about the ship. Truthfully, she was only half-listening, preferring instead to look around the ship with eyes that sparkled with childlike wonder. She still got a bit of a thrill when she realized: I'm working here! I'm part of a mission!
Even if that mission was on the sketchier side. However, Whyte's allegiance was to her people first, and her morals second. The Federation was hers to defend, human and Mantis, Engi and Zoltan, Rockman and Lanius. Growing up in a military environment had left the young captain with a white and orange patriotic streak.
"... was engineered for a specific mission in the year of..."
It lost Whyte's attention again when someone trudged by, albeit so quietly Whyte almost mistook them for an AI hologram.
A hollow "hello" played through her translator, almost too faint to be picked up accurately.
"Good day, my name is W-- oh. See you later, I suppose!" Whyte called after the figure. It had wide shoulders and blades on its arms. A Lanius. Whyte noted that she could still breath just fine. Is that Lanius a diplomat? They've got special suits and whatnot to prevent them for suffocating all of us aerobic creatures. Kind of a rarity, but I'm not gonna complain about being able to breathe!
The drone had gone on ahead without her. "This engine room was built with the Zoltan-inspired S-X 1003-B core processor for its speed and efficient fuel cell usage..." it recited as it rounded the corner, its robotic voice fading with distance.
Whyte hurried into the engine room to keep up with her guide. The automatic doors opened to reveal an engine room that had obviously been renovated a time or two. A patchwork of equipment new and old had been stitched together to form... something. It seemed to work though. The Mantis manning the engines was sitting with a box on the desk next to him. Kr, the green Mantis. A nasty-looking scar ran the length of his neck. Whyte wondered what this Mantis had been through.
Something light and pleasant was drifting through the room. It was a recording of someone speaking, but with rhythm and background noise that seemed to compliment the rhythmic speaking. Her translator had trouble with the language.
Wait.... do I know that language? She took off her headset and let it rest on her neck so she could better hear the sounds coming from the box.
Whyte gasped. I do know this language!